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René Breuel

Running toward life

Our faith bumps into surprise and dances with doubt, like Peter’s and John’s.

CULTURE MAKING AUTOR 144/Rene_Breuel 24 DE MARZO DE 2018 17:00 h
The Disciples Peter and John running to the Sepulchre on the Morning of the Resurrection by Eugène Burnand.

I was flipping a book at a friend’s house one day – one of those fancy editions that even smell well – when an image took hold of me.

It shows two men running early in the morning, with their hair bowing to the wind, and one of them holds his hands tightly together.

But what grabbed me were their eyes: a complex pool of doubt, hope, faith, bewilderment, surprise, perplexity, amazement. They are the eyes of two men running into something.

The Disciples Peter and John Running to the Sepulchre on the Morning of the Resurrection, has been the most celebrated painting of Eugène Burnand, and for a good reason.

Burnand has been able to condense in a moment something of the range of emotions of someone who hears that the master they’ve just seen suffer and die two days before has actually come to life.

It is a charged moment. A difficult faith, a wondrous impossibility. Bits and pieces of conversations and prophecies come into place, but with an unexpected twist: a risen Savior, gushing forth life out of an empty tomb.

I can only imagine something of thoughts flowing in Peter’s and John’s minds as they race to check out the news. 

An empty tomb? Has someone stole the body? Maybe the women are too emotional with the whole thing, or they went to the wrong tomb. Hold on, Jesus talked something about rising again one day. And he talked about eternal life too. Oooohhh, eternal life. But can it really be, back from the dead?

It is hard to imagine the intensity of that moment, the smell of the cemetery, feeling the texture of the white cloth lying in the tomb by itself.  At the same time, I think we have our own set of questions as our minds follow Peter and John in that morning.

Risen from the dead? A tough swallow, but sure, I guess I believe in that too. It is a nice inspiring story. Easter at grandma last year was great, I loved her potatoes. The while chocolate egg was phenomenal too. But why doesn’t Jesus’ story ring true – to me? Why is eternal life more like a metaphor than a reality more urgent than the chocolate egg?

I guess we have our own set of complex emotions. Our faith bumps into surprise and dances with doubt, like Peter’s and John’s. It is shaky and shallow; it forgets and gets distracted.

But the texture of our faith is not what matters most, I’d say. What matters is the ground on which it stands: an empty tomb, a risen Messiah, a conqueror of death. A reality transfixed with new, overflowing life, a world charged with magnetic hope.

We may worry more about food or impressing people or the next Facebook update, but Jesus rose from the dead, and that is news radiant forevermore.




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07:18 h
After re-reading the Gospels this wonderful Ressurection morning, the other painting I wish had been painted and I would love to look at would be based on Matthew 28:8 and called something like: 'The two thrilled women rushing away from the opened tomb on Easter morning!' I wonder what Their faces looked like at the time!?

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